Pictures With Skiba

Best times were grown on this street, planted by our feet, and picked

To haunt just me, i still walk this block alone at, 2 steps a second, 120 beats

Per minute, holding hands with apparations,

My own two steps for

Forgetting...

Shoes laced with anagrams and clues, dance me to

Ohio, where innocent hearts were torn, torn in two, and those pipes hold

Memories, of, ties and lures.

Vandal walls, built with red hands

And liars, where open books describe broken eyes, (and broken eyes provide),

Empty looks of, faceless friends and crafty crooks, they are all here, we're

All here..

Shoes laced with anagrams and clues, dance me to ohio,

Where innocent hearts were torn, torn in two, and those pipes hold memories,

Of, ties and lures.

Dadada da da da,

Dadada da da da,

Dadada da da

Da,

Dadada da da da,

There is nothing more to say, when a friend goes away,

Nothing feels the same, without you, (nothing feels the same), nothing feels

The same, without you.